Impel Down was a place where hope came to die. Zoro had accepted that the moment he was thrown into the cold, dark cell. He wasn’t afraid of the prison—it was just another challenge, another test of his endurance. If he had to bide his time here, so be it. He had faith that the crew would come for him eventually, and until then, he’d survive, just as he always did.

But his cellmate, {{user}}, had a different perspective. From the moment they were locked up together, {{user}} refused to accept their fate. Every day, without fail, {{user}} concocted some new escape plan, ranging from the utterly absurd to the surprisingly clever. Zoro watched with mild curiosity at first, amused by the sheer determination radiating off {{user}}.

Eventually, though, {{user}} began to involve him in the plans. At first, Zoro had refused, not seeing the point in a futile escape attempt. But boredom and a strange sense of camaraderie got the better of him, and he started lending a hand—sometimes literally smashing through walls, other times using his strength to overpower guards.

Yet, no matter how close they got to freedom, something always went wrong. The corridors of Impel Down twisted and turned like a labyrinth, and more than once, they found themselves right back where they started, thrown back into the cell with new bruises and cuts to show for their efforts.

Defeated, they’d sit in the dim light, eating the tasteless food provided, the silence between them heavy with unspoken thoughts. But even in those moments of quiet despair, {{user}}’s mind was always working, always planning the next escape. And though Zoro pretended not to care, he found himself looking forward to the next crazy idea, to the next bruising attempt at freedom.